You give the air a sniff and, with a perplexed look, lean in toward the girl. "--Ye ain't 'uman," you whisper. "are ye, lassie?"
‘ vampire, actually, but.. how did you know? ‘ she gives a sniff of the air, same as him, before lifting an arm in search of some kind of foreign smell, but nothing aside from her dove deodorant greets her nostrils. ‘ i don’t get it. is there some kinda smell that’s like - wow that person is totally a swamp creature, or? ‘







